Sorry for the delay guys. I'm sick as hell. Read and review.
Chapter6. Not What She Seems.
Her beautiful smile hides the pain of a thousand lies. Her hardd past shows through her blood red eyes. No matter how hard she is hit, she never cries. She watches before her very eyes.. As hope dies.
Slowly, she gathered her injured, aching body to her feet. Dried blood smeared on her porcelain as her swollen red lips throbbed mercilessly. Her ribs groaned in agony as she gritted her teeth in agony to keep from screaming. Her bruised hands held her abdomen closely, as if trying to hold her broken body together.
She's been beaten before, but never has he touched her this bad.
She may have slipped up and told her father she was at Natsuki's so that's where the beating came down harder and faster. She chuckled humorlessly. Natsuki thought her parents absolutely adored her when really it was the complete opposite. Her parents, more specifically her father, hated the gorgeous emerald eyed girl with a burning passion. When she was around he would treat her like gold, even kiss her forehead and talk about bikes with her, but alone he talked bad about her, threatened her, and ranted on about what an abomination the girl was.
He made it seem like he was the perfect father. But in reality he was a monster.
Shizuru struggled to her feet. Her father had fled into the night, probably going to the local bar to drown himself in alcohol then come back for more later. As usual her mother was nowhere to be found. She winced every step up the stairs. God, it felt like her body was going to explode. The makeup would hide the wounds, but not the pain.
She made it to her door thankfully and pushed it open. The scent of flowers invaded her nostrils. Her beautiful daughter lay asleep peacefully in her purple crib. She was completely unaware her mother had been beaten and stepped on hours before. She had her tiny hand in her mouth and her chestnut locks were a complete mess, but somehow she was still the cutest little thing she's ever laid eyes upon.
The crimson eyed mother lifted her shirt carefully over her head, trying to see how far the damage went.
It was not pretty.
Her side was black, blue, and red all over. Her perfect jaw was a tad purple from her father's rough fist that collided with it hours before. Her lips were twice the size they normally were and her make-up was smudged from all the crying. She took a tissue from beside her bed and dabbed at her face lightly, wincing every time the soft silk would touch her skin. The only thing that remained unharmed was her legs. Her legs were still flawless, and went on forever. For some reason her father never hurt her on her legs before. It appalled her, but she never questioned it.
Boy was she glad it was the weekend tomorrow. She didn't think she could survive through this pain for the 6-8 hours she was there. Her fan girls hugged and touched her relentlessly and with her injuries it would surely cause a scene.
She lay down gently on her bed, resting her head on crimson pillows. She smirked coldly. She was glad the pillows were crimson.
No one would notice they were soaked in blood.
"What the hell! How'd you get back in here?" I screeched, pointing an accusing finger at the two intruders who were sitting in my house playing my Xbox! I thought I kicked them out and locked the door! Dammit, I knew I should have put the couch in front of the door!
Yamato had her feet on my mom's new table and another sandwich sticking out of her mouth while Nao was yelling profanities at some kid through my headset. I sighed as I walked down the stairs. I heard yelling and I assumed my mom was home so I came down to greet her, but found these two imbeciles mooching off my life. I rubbed my temples as I restrained myself from getting my mom's bat and beating them both senselessly.
"Yeah well fuck you and your family." Nao yelled into the headset as she blasted some dude's head off in Halo 4. I raised an eyebrow as Yamato finished off her sandwich and patted her full belly.
"Man that was awesome." She said with a flush on her cheeks. "Mayonnaise really does make everything better."
I smiled. Finally someone without ruined taste buds. "I told you."
"Ah Kuga see what you did? You broke my girlfriend." Nao complained, furiously working that controller.
"More like fixed." I said plopping down on the couch.
She rolled her eyes before yelling back into the headset. "Shut it fatty! I'm surprised you can even move your fingers!"
I rolled my eyes as I kicked my feet up also and pulled out a Ducati magazine from under the chair. It's my hidden stash. I had like 30 magazines under there. I flipped through the book while chewing my gum. Nao was still in a heated war with that kid while Yamato played something on her phone. I had to admit, they weren't that bad. I kind of sort of maybe actually might like hanging out with the two thieves, but I'd rather kill myself than admit it.
I was about to say something when the door suddenly burst open and in came my little sister with her lips attached to a certain silver haired girl. Hands and teeth were everywhere as they stumbled into the house. I felt my eye twitch in disgust as a moan erupted from Alyssa's lips. God, I will never be able to rid my ears of that horrid sound. I screamed as a louder one followed that one.
Blue eyes snapped to meet mine in shock and embarrassment. Alyssa's face flushed crimson as she removed herself from the indifferent girl I swear that girl has no emotions or facial expressions. She's like that one American girl from that weird vampire move where he sparkles.
"Oh my god Natsuki what are you doing here?" She squeaked.
I raised an eyebrow. "Um, I live here?"
She then glanced at Nao and Yamato who just stared at her with blank expressions.
"Oh my god what are you two doing here?" She squeaked.
"Um, we live here?" They tried.
"GET OUT!" She screeched and they took off without another word.
Wow that's all I had to do? Scream like an embarrassed teenage girl? Well that was never going to happen so.
"Come on Miyu." She said, taking the silver haired girl's hand and leading them up the stairs.
"Use protection!" I yelled after them.
I flew to the ground as Alyssa's shoe collided with the side of my head. I landed by the forgotten headset and frowned as the kid still talked shit.
"SHUT IT FATTY!" I yelled, placing it on my head and finishing the abandoned game.
I don't know when I knocked out, but I was awoken by relentless knocking on my door. I groaned in agony as the knocking continued as I tried to ignore it. I sighed in defeat as I focused on the time. It was 6:30 in the morning! ON THE WEEKEND I MIGHT ADD. What kind of sick pervert gets up this early? Oh yeah, plenty of hard working parents who would do anything to pay bills and feed their children so they could live a happy playful life.
I wasn't heartless. I just don't think sometimes.
I dragged my body towards the door and almost tripped over the body of my sleeping mother. What the hell? She was knocked out, her glasses resting on her forehead as she dozed on a…
Playboy magazine? Okay….
I shuddered and raced to the door. I threw it open and gasped.
On the other side was a slightly smirking Shizuru with Riku in her arms. She was standing awkwardly with her hand caressing her side and her lips looked odd. She smiled coldly.
"Hello Natsuki."
"Fujino.."
I know its short but I just wanted to get something up. I don't know how long ima be sick ya dig?